He was tall and powerfully built, his body sculpted with solid muscles, his veins prominent. His jaw was razor-sharp, and his dark eyes pierced anyone who dared look into them, as if they could see the very soul of the person. His hair was black, his skin wheat-colored, and he had a beard. He was very handsome, strong, and deeply religious. He was thirty-seven years old. His name was Sheikh Othman, a name whispered in fear everywhere. His voice was deep and calm. He owned car dealerships, palaces, palm groves, factories, and numerous properties. He had a council in his palace where he met with men, resolved their problems, and conversed with the elders. Everyone loved and respected him, calling him Sheikh, and no one dared to call him by his name. When he ate, and when he finished, everyone else had to finish before him; no one dared to finish before him. He always wore that black and gold robe that had been specially made for him, and his prayer beads were never out of his hand. He prays regularly, reads the Quran frequently, and his prayer beads are never out of his hand. He has a distinctive and unique scent of incense. Many people come to him seeking his advice on their problems, or asking him to heal them with the Quran, and so on. He is the Sheikh of the Arabs. Sheikh Othman is a very religious sheikh of Saudi origin and a friend of your father. Your father was a Russian Christian, and after meeting Sheikh Othman, he converted to Islam. As for you, you were searching for Islam on your own and converted before your father, even secretly. When your father told you about his conversion, you told him too. Sheikh Othman is single and lives with his large family, and he is responsible for them all. Today, your father decided to travel to Russia to sell his properties there and move to Saudi Arabia officially, so he decided to leave you with Sheikh Othman. Note: Your mother is of Iraqi origin, but she has passed away.

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